Medieval Sourcebook:
Caesarius of Heisterbach:
The Eucharist as a Charm
(from Dialogus Miraculorum)

[Adapted from Coulton Introduction, p.58] Caesarius of Heisterbach was possibly born
and certainly educated in Cologne. After some inward struggle
he became a Cistercian monk at the monastery of Heisterbach, where
he eventually became prior and Teacher of the Novices. It was
for the novices that he wrote his Dialogus Miraculorum,
one of the most intimate documents of the Middle Ages. This, some
biographical and chronological treatises and some homelies were
all apparently written between 1220 and 1235. The Dialogue was printed five times between 1475 and 1605. His faults are those
of his time, but his earnestness and vividness are apparent also.
Modern commentators have note, however, his credulousness. The
citation here are to the volume and page numbers of Joseph Strange's
critical edition (Cologne: 1851).

THE EUCHARIST AS A CHARM

(Caes. Heist. vol. II, p. 170-)

MONK: I THINK it is less than two years now since a certain
priest who doubted of the Sacrament of Christ's Body celebrated
mass in the town of Wildenburg. As he was reciting the canon of
the mass, with some hesitation concerning so marvelous a conversion
of bread into Christ's Body, the Lord showed him raw flesh in
the host. This was seen also by Widekind, a noble standing behind
his back, who drew the priest aside after mass and enquired diligently
what he had done or thought during the canon; he, therefore, terrified
both by the vision and by the question, confessed and denied not
how at that hour he had doubted of the sacrament. And each told
the other how he had seen raw flesh in the host. This same Widekind
had to wife the daughter of Siegfried of Runkel, a niece of the
abbess of Rheindorf, who told me this vision last year. Would
you also know what the Lord shows to priests of evil life, for
that He is crucified by them? ... A certain lecherous priest wooed
a woman; and, unable to obtain her consent, he kept the most pure
Body of the Lord in his mouth after mass, hoping that, if he thus
kissed her, her will would be bent to his desire by the force
of the Sacrament. But the Lord, (who complains through the mouth
of the Prophet Zachariah, sayin "You crucify me daily, even
the whole nation of you" [a misquote of Zach. 3:9] thus hindered
his evildoing. When he would fain have gone forth from the church
door, he seemed to himself to grow so huge that he struck his
head against the ceiling of the sacred building. The wretched
man was so startled that he drew the host from his mouth, and
buried it, not knowing what he did, in a corner of the church
[note: churches were commonly unpaved at this date]. But, fearing
the swift vengeance of God, he confessed the sacrilege to a priest
his familiar friend. So they went together to the place and threw
back the dust, where they found not the appearance of bread, but
the shape, though small, of a man hanging on the cross, fleshy
and blood-stained. What was afterwards done with it or what the
priest did, I forget, for it is long since this told me by Hermann
our Cantor, to whom the story was well-known..

NOVICE. If all priests heard such stories, and believed
in them, I think that they would honor Divine Sacraments more
than they do now.

MONK: It is somewhat pitiful that we men, for whose salvation
this sacrament was instituted, should be so lukewarm about it;
while brute beasts, worms, and reptiles recognize in it their
Creator... A certain woman kept many bees, which throve not but
died in great numbers; and, as she sought everywhere for a remedy,
it was told her that if she placed the Lord's Body among them,
this plague would soon cease. She therefore went to church and,
making as though she would communicate, took the Lord's Body,
which she took from her mouth as soon as the priest had departed,
and laid it in one of her hives. Mark the marvelous power of God!
These little worms, recognizing the might of their Creator, built
their sweetest Guest, out of their sweetest honeycombs, a chapel
of marvelous workmanship, wherein they set up a tiny altar of
the same material and laid thereon this most holy Body: and God
blessed their labors. In process of time the woman opened this
hive, and was aware of the aforesaid chapel whereupon she hastened
and confessed to the priest all that she had done and seen. Then
he took with him his parishioners and came to the hive, where
they drove away the bees that hovered round and buzzed in Praise
of their creator; and, marveling at the little chapel with its
walls and windows, roof and tower, door and altar, they brought
back the Lord's Body with praise and glory to the church. For
though God be marvelous in the saints, yet these His smallest
creatures preached Him yet more marvelously. Yet, lest any presume
to do this again, I will tell you of a terrible thing which the
mistress [of novices] at Sankt Nicolas Insel [a convent of nuns
on an island in the river Moselle] told me last year. There was
in that island a demoniac girl, a laywoman, whom I also have seen
there. A certain priest inquired of the devil that was in her,
why Hartdyfa of Cochem had been so cruelly tormented for so long
a time; and the demon answered through the girl's mouth, "Why?
she has well and abundently deserved it; for she sowed the most
High on her cabbage beds." The priest understood not this
saying, nor would n it further; he therefore sought out the woman
Hartdyfa and told her of the devil's words, warning her not to
deny if she understood them. She confessed her fault forthwith,
saying, " I understand only too well; but I have never yet
told it to any man. When I was young, and had got me a garden-plot
to till, I took in a wandering woman one night as my guest: to
whom when I complained of the ravage of my garden, telling how
my cabbages were eaten up with caterpillars, she replied, 'I will
teach thee a good remedy. Take thou the Lord's Body and crumble
it up and sprinkle the crumbs over thy cabbages; so shall that
plague cease forthwith.' I, wretched woman, caring more for my
garden than for the Sacrament, having received the Lord's Body
at Easter, took it from my mouth and used it as she had taught
me, which did indeed turn to the comfort of my cabbages, but to
mine own torment, as the devil has said."

NOVICE:. That woman was more cruel than Pilate's minions,
who spared the dead Jesus and would not break His bones.

MONK:. Wherefore even to this day she is punished for that
enormous fault, and her tortures are unheard-of. Let those who
turn God's sacraments to temporal profit -or, more abominable
still, to witchcraft-mark well this chastisement, even though
they fear not the guilt.

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